Chapter seventy-nine, the thief with the arrow in his sleeve died, and the cheek car poison boy died

"I'll just say that the Floating Cloud Leader can't do so many bad things!" one of the soldiers shouted.

The subordinate stood behind Elder Qin, obviously a rebel, Qi Han sneered at it, and said in his heart: "Don't you have the slightest ability to discriminate? Then Jia Peng has a sharp mouth and high cheeks, and he clearly has a villain face, Ah Yun is handsome and handsome, but you can't see that he is a decent person?"

"Hmph! I didn't expect Jia Peng to deceive us all the time! Are we really stupid pigs?" a subordinate behind Elder Xu scolded angrily.

Qi Han shook his head secretly: "Brother, let's be respectful, pigs have a high IQ!"

"Floating Cloud Leader, I have a mistake and admit punishment!"

"Floating Cloud Leader, I was responsible for digging the eastern pit last night, please give me a hundred back flowers!"

"I led the team to throw the poison miasma pill into the pit, but fortunately the leader was fine...... Please whip me!"

“…… I put those iron thorns and thorns!"

Qi Han: "......"

He has never seen this kind of subordinates rushing to confess their guilt and ask for punishment, and they are really straight-hearted, but it's a pity that they are too repeated and have no opinion. Thinking about what Zhao Yun was going to lead in the future, it was such a group of weird guys, and he felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath.

"Second brother, Brother Qi Han!"

A rough and lacking call sounded, Qi Han immediately thought of someone, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly turned back to look. But seeing the crowd moving, they automatically separated into a road, and Zhangba Konglian and others were helped over. But their faces were pale, their steps were vain, and they looked very weak.

Qi Hanxi said: "Eighth brother!" was about to turn around to catch up, when he suddenly heard Zhao Yun shout softly, the black light flashed in front of him, followed by the white shadow, his right arm was dragged to the side hard, and a few cold black arrows swept past his face, cutting off a few strands of his hair, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing this, Zhangba shouted violently, and suddenly pushed away the guards who were supporting him and rushed forward, shouting "hey", and smashed the lance on Jia Peng's head-

"Wait!" Zhao Yunyin picked up the gun, and unloaded all the strength of the zhang eight weighing more than hundreds of catties, and the iron lance buzzed, and he was knocked aside. His eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Jia Peng, whose face was pale and the corners of his lips were bloody, and said coldly, "Bring the antidote." ”

Zhangba's legs were weak, and he almost fell down after stumbling, so he quickly supported him with an iron lance. Just then, he saw Jia Peng take advantage of Qi Han's distraction to sneak attack, and rushed up with a strong breath, and at this time, his big eyes were shocked and uncertain, full of anger. Zhao Yun said, "Second brother, why don't you let me kill this thief? Where is the antidote used, my brother is not poisoned, we have just been bound for a long time, and our blood is not smooth!"

Zhao Yun didn't have time to pay attention to him, he only pointed the silver gun at Jia Peng, his eyes were extremely cold: "Quickly bring the antidote! Otherwise, you will be killed!" As he spoke, the tip of the spear cut through the skin on the opponent's neck, and blood was gushing down immediately.

Jia Peng sneered and was silent, his snake-like eyes fixed on Zhao Yun, and then moved to Qi Han, showing a strange and unpredictable sense of pride. In the next second, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his whole face turned purple and fell.

He committed suicide by biting the poison sac like this?!

Qi Han opened his mouth wide and was stunned. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little itchy on his cheeks, and subconsciously raised his hand to scratch it, but who knew that there was a pain in his wrist, but it was Zhao Yun who held him tightly. This grip exerted great force, and it caused a sharp pain in his wrist.

"Don't scratch, what do you think?" Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with a worried light, and he stared at the scratched oily skin on Qi Han's right cheek, and saw a light layer of light blue, which was spreading at a speed that was discernible to the naked eye......

"I didn't ......" Qi Han looked at him, feeling that Zhao Yun's gaze was a little strange. He felt that his face was crispy and numb, not only was it not painful but also very comfortable, so he pulled a smile at Zhao Yun. However, the smile was only halfway through before it came to an abrupt end and was fixed on his face. "What ......" Before his words fell, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he shivered coldly, and then the whole person seemed to fall into the cold and deep blue glacier, and fell on his back.

Zhao Yun grabbed his waist, caught him, and pressed him tightly into his arms. His eyes were so anxious that he wanted to burst into flames.

He didn't know that Jia Peng had advanced to the point where he could send out ten arrows at the same time!

When Shicai Zhangba and others appeared, and everyone was distracted, Jia Peng knew that he could not escape death, so he fought desperately, suddenly performed a stunt, and shot a torrential rain of poisonous arrows to divide Zhao Yun and Qi Han. Zhao Yun was already guarding against him, but he didn't expect that his five fast arrows would attack him, and the other five would shoot at the back of Qi Han's head. Anxious and frightened, Zhao Yun dodged and knocked down the attack on him, and then leaned to pull Qi Han away, but the distance was too close, and the speed of the arrow was too fast, Qi Han was defenseless, after all, he was a little slower.

It was this slight difference that the poisonous arrow rubbed through the skin of Qi Han's sideburns. Although there was no blood, it was poisoned.

Zhao Yun knew that Jia Peng was not only the first person in the Fuyun Sect to conceal weapons, but also a master of poison in the Taiping Sect. The poisonous pills in the pit that turned into a peach blossom miasma after being soaked in rain are Jia Peng's masterpieces.

At this moment, Zhao Yun looked at the person in his arms with his eyes closed and pale as paper, and the panic in his heart was indescribable.

Zhangba and the others were all stunned, they had never seen Fuyun like this. The calm and warm eyes that had been calm and warm in both directions were suddenly dyed with a layer of gloomy and wild, and the whole person exuded a cold and incoherent cold air, as terrifying as a ghost.

They had never seen Fuyun care about a person like this, he clasped the young man's hand trembled slightly, and his bones turned blue and white, as if he wanted to rub that person into his body.

"Kong Lian!"

Zhao Yun suddenly screamed, scaring a thin man who looked stupid. The man answered, and hurriedly stepped forward to check on Qi Han's situation.

"Damn Jia rebel thief, dare to harm my brother Qi Han! Although he is not to blame!" Zhang Ba was also furious, lifted the iron lance, and looked at Jia Peng and smashed it seventeen or eight times on his head and face, until the body was like mud, and the flesh and blood were splashed everywhere before he stopped.

When the surrounding subordinates saw it, they all changed color.

Those elders were even more soulless, trembling in both strands, and immediately had no backbone, knelt on the ground, crying and begging: "Leader Zhangba, spare Lao Er's life!"

Zhang Ba slaughtered and shouted, sneering and shouting at the soldiers behind them: "All optimistic, if there is a betrayal of the leader of the floating clouds and a person who has two hearts, it is a lesson for you!"

Zhang Ba Qi was so strong that he stabbed one to death but didn't pull it out, but actually strung several elders like grasshoppers, and showed them to the public, so that the rebels trembled like chaff and didn't dare to say anything more.

Although Jia Peng and the elders committed capital crimes, Zhangba was too mad to kill people. Several elders thought that the person who punished them must be floating clouds, so they were quite calm, the other party was kind and kind, and maybe they would open the net, but they didn't expect it to be Zhang Ba's hands, and they were tired by Jia Peng and poured blood mold.

At this time, Zhao Yun looked at the sleeping person in his hand, turned a blind eye to the surroundings, and went crazy from Zhangba.

Kong Lian pierced the silver needle into Qi Han's skull and fixed it, and then looked at the needle that had become dark after exploring the acupoint in her palm, and her face was very bad. He glanced at Zhao Yun cautiously, and said, "Brother Fuyun...... He, his condition is very bad, the poisonous gas enters the brain, and then flows into the meridians around the body, if there is no antidote, he will not live for half an hour......"

The corners of Zhao Yun's lips pursed, and his face changed greatly. Looking at the delicate-looking man in his arms in disbelief.

His eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Kong Lian was frightened by his appearance and took a step back, he felt uneasy in his heart, and suddenly felt that he hadn't seen him for too long, and he didn't seem to know Brother Fuyun anymore.

Zhangba "dealt with" a few old horsemen in his mouth, and arrested all the big and small leaders of the rebels to the field, and ordered people to be punished with a cane, and there was a muffled snort and screams one after another. Only then did he come up to check Qi Han's condition with a blue face, and when he happened to hear Kong Lian's last sentence, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

On the one hand, he is pure and kind-hearted, so he is tolerant of good people, but on the other hand, he is cruel and murderous, and extremely cruel to the wicked. Ever since he witnessed the tragic death of his brother when he was a teenager, he has a madness factor in his blood. In other words, in fact, the people in the Taiping Sect are very complicated. Including his brother Zuo Mustache, Lei Gong with a loud voice in Youzhou, Zhang Baiqi in Liangzhou, etc., are all characters with stories. Even Zhao Yun is no exception.

Zhangba's most important brotherly righteousness, these rebels detained him and a group of small leaders, and they just wanted to assassinate Fuyun. And at this moment, Qi Han, who he had regarded as a brother, was poisoned and dying again, and Zhang Ba immediately launched a madness.

"But if you scratch a little oily skin, you can't cure it, what do you learn from the medical immortals!" he angrily broke Kong Lian's collar, Kong Lian lowered his head, and silently stood back beside Zhao Yun, feeling the extremely sluggish atmosphere and the pressure from the two big leaders.

Although he is Dong Feng's apprentice, it takes a long time to check the composition of the poison and refine the antidote. This kind of poison that seals the throat with blood can't wait at all.

Zhangba was sad in his heart, and couldn't help but glance at Qi Han in Zhao Yun's hand, his thick eyebrows furrowed. That night was under the fire and moonlight, but at a glance, he already felt amazing, and now in the blue sky and white day, that person's complexion was bleak, and he was still beautiful, which was impossible to see. It's a pity that his face is pale, there is no blood, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are all dead.

Zhang Ba still remembers the appearance of Qi Han when he called him "big brother", and still remembers that he seems to be weak, but he can subdue Zhang Yan's arrogant and heroic appearance, and now, such a brilliant teenager is about to be gone...... He felt a pinprick pain in his heart, as if he had once again relived the appearance of his brother lying in his arms, covered in blood, with broken foreheads, and gradually dying.

His eyes widened and bloodshot, and he looked around viciously, as if trying to find someone to vent his anger, and frightened the rebels into hanging their heads and not daring to look at them.

However, there is one person who is different.

Poor Baba looked over with those watery pupils,